On Harry Potter's first day at Hogwarts, many people had been watching him, and Pomona was no exception. She had noticed that his scar seemed to hurt; he had instinctively touched it, and at that moment, he had happened to lock eyes with Snape.
"So the result of your investigation today is that the strange things happening to Mr. Potter were all caused by natural reasons?" Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank took a pull from her pipe, let out a long stream of smoke, and said, "If I were grading your papers, I'd give you a 'T.'"
Pomona had no mood to argue with Grubbly-Plank. She was annoyed to death.
If the maze she had designed according to Arithmancy was seen as fate, then leaving the maze represented breaking free of the cycle of reincarnation—the dream of Buddhists, who could leave the mortal world and go to the Western Paradise to enjoy ultimate bliss.
But she supposed only she would think that way. Everyone else merely saw it as a game worth playing seriously.
"What you really want to talk about isn't this, is it?" Grubbly-Plank asked.
"They saw Quirrell drinking Unicorn blood," Pomona said. "What happened to the rest of that Unicorn?"
"You mean, did I butcher it and sell off the useful parts?" Grubbly-Plank said with a cold laugh. "Like what you did to the Basilisk."
Pomona wanted to say that she had not taken part. Aside from the first day, she had never gone to the Chamber of Secrets again.
"I buried it, but I believe the other animals in the forest will soon dig it up and eat it." Grubbly-Plank silently took another puff of her pipe. "Even the purest animal is part of nature."
"Will other animals be cursed like Quirrell if they eat Unicorn meat?" Pomona asked.